Bobby Jameson

A written history of Bobby Jameson and his search through the past. Working my way back through the jungle of drug addiction and booze. My family life as a kid was the breeding ground for addicts. No self worth, no help, and one chance to get out alive. Music was the horse I rode out on...and the music business was the horse I rode into hell. Pronounced dead twice from drug over doses, I lived to tell how the pursuit of fame is as deadly as any narcotic I have ever used.

Friday, November 19, 2010

(part 216) THE WALL OF TIME

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AFTERNOON
GALAXY
OF GREY...
CONTEMPLATING
HESITATING
WITH EACH
WORD...
THOUGHT...

FEELINGS OF
REMORSE
CARVED INTO
THE ROCKS OF
MY SOUL...
BLOWN THERE
BY THE WIND
LEFT THERE
BY CIRCUMSTANCE...

NOW I CAN
BREATHE
THE RUSTY AIR...
DRINK IN
THE SOLIITUDE
OF LONELY
HOURS...

A WATCHFUL EYE
A WAVING
HAND
A SHADOW
ON THE WALL
OF TIME
STRANDED
ON A
ROADSIDE CALLED
INFINITY...

Bobby Jameson Nov 19, 2010

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Tim McMullenNovember 20, 2010 at 10:28 PM
I really like this piece. I recognize the oxymoronic nature of my observation, but the tone feels like optimistic despair—what I have called elsewhere (the title of my "Alternet" blog) hopeful cynicism.
Tim
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(part 216) THE WALL OF TIME

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